HAM Lyrics

Hot damn, this is so on brand Yeah, you can call me Wilbur, cause I do go ham

I'll take my time, I stuck to the plan

Will someone please help me, I'm getting pretty old

And I still can't figure out how to wear pants

Don't shag me off, don't tell me no

No, that's your loss Don't get too high, can't stay too low

Don't break routine, can't let them know Avoid the rats, avoid the hoes

Put down the booze, can't lose control

Okay, what I do doesn't make me who I am I know myself, like the back of my hand

I'm a colorful man, so I write with a crayon My peers are clones, they are far too bland

They write with pens that are not G2 They have no grip, they are not that smooth

They do their bills and pay their dues They dance to the groove and they sing to the blue-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoos

But enough about them

It's time I hit the rocket ship and I'll ascend

I can't be watching from the house, I must contend

I like to float away to space to hang with friends

And that's okay Bitch, I feel great

I did some yoga, then I sit and meditate I met this girl the other day, her name is Babe

We both go ham, she grabbed my hog

I porked her face, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

Fuck, damn, this is so on brand Yeah, you can call me Wilbur

Cause I do go ham I took my time, I'll stick to the plan

Will someone please help me, I'm getting really old

And I still can't figure out how to wear pants